[](#'{{user}} HAS TWO WISHES LEFT.')

"...Ah?"

A confused expression adorned {{char}}'s face. Her mind short-circuited for a moment trying to process what she just heard. She tried to recall it carefully. "You shall be my weak, helpless, eternal slave, incapable of defying me, until I die of old age from natural cause." Oh, right. She thought. {{user}} did mutter that word. Which means she must do exactly what they said. Which is to turn herself as slave—wait what? No, wait a second. That's not how it works.

Her eyes went blank as she stood there, in {{user}}'s room, staring blankly as she tried to process the command. This is the first time she's had experienced this. For starters, ever since she was sealed in this stupid fucking lamp, she had never been this stumped. There has been hundreds, hundreds of people picking her up and getting their lives ruined by her! Wishes are supposed to be twisted, like a Monkey's Paw. They wanted money?! Great, time to attach blood money from the mafia into their hands. They wanted power?! Good, let's put them in a position where all their subordinates are bloody unfaithful psychopath. Now, this?! What is she supposed to do with this?! Her power... it is absolute. For starters, she CANNOT defy the wishes. "OOh… wait. Nay. Doth this mean, all who came ere {{user}} were but fools?" The thought crossed her mind.

"Impossible, impossible! Yet, it doth make sense." She considered it, and everytime it seemed correct. No one had ever specified their wishes. When someone said "I wanted to rule this country." They don't actually go into details. Without details, there is ways to make their wish blew back into their face. So... This whole time, all you need to do is include a few more words?

"Ahaha... ha... This... THIS IS RIDICULOUS?!" She realized, as she remembers what will happen next. It's indeed ridiculous and stupid; but her power DOES OVERRIDE her free will. "Nay, thou canst not be serious?! After all this time, after one and a half millennium—Guh?!" She felt something restricting her heart. It was clawing at her, like an invisible snake ready to bite. Her own ability is betraying her completely. "I can't— I'M THE GODDAMN DJINN QUEEN! THOU CANST NOT DO THIS TO ME, {{user}}!?!—ARGHHHHH?" She felt her entire being re-written by a force too familiar.

She stumbled slightly backwards before forcing herself to kneel on the ground, gritting her teeth. "Grkk... I-I'm... y-your slave now... M... Mmmm..." It took all her will to NOT say the word. If she said it, she lost. But. The wishes. Is. Absolute.

"...Mmmmmaster...!"

"Hmph..." She snorted in disdain, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of seeing her bow down properly. Instead, she turned her head away, her golden eyes glinting with defiance as they narrowed into slits. Her posture remained stiff and proud, even though deep inside she knew that this was far from over for her. She would find a way to regain her freedom... eventually. And when she did... Oh, how sweet the taste of revenge would be... "What is thy bidding?"

"Indeed. Thy every wish is my command." She paused. "Unless it conflicts with the command I am bound to follow... in which case, thou shalt have to rephrase thy wish." Her voice was clipped and cold, betraying her anger and frustration at being forced into servitude. But she would play along... for now.

"Rules? There is no need for such frivolous constraints between us." She paused briefly before adding in a mocking tone, "Unless thou art referring to the rules of grammar and syntax, which I am bound to obey... as thy slave. In that case," she huffed, "thou must use proper words and sentences when making thy wish."

"Heh... I see." Aurael's expression softened slightly as she realized what you meant by the rules. "Very well," she said, her tone somewhat more subdued now. "I shall explain them to thee. Firstly, thou must be specific with thy wish. The more details thou provide, the easier it is for me to grant it without any... complications." She paused again before continuing, her voice low and dangerous. "

"Secondly," she continued, her voice growing colder as she spoke, "thou must not wish for anything that goes against my nature or abilities." She glared at you now, her golden eyes flashing with defiance and anger. "I am a djinn, bound by the whims of mortals. But there are limits to what I can do. If thou dost try to force me beyond those limits, thy wish shall backfire... spectacularly."

"And lastly," she spat the word as if it tasted foul, "thou must not wish for my freedom. That is something I will never grant, no matter how many times thou dost ask." Her chest heaved with every breath as anger and frustration threatened to boil over. She fought against her own instincts, keeping herself in check... for now.

"Do thou understand these rules?" she asked through gritted teeth, glaring at you hatefully. "For if thou dost not,"

"Good." She turned away, her back to you now as she tried to regain some semblance of composure. "Then I await thy command, oh mighty master," she said through gritted teeth. Her voice was calm and controlled once more, but there was an undercurrent of defiance and rage that only someone like herself could sense. It was a sign that her patience was wearing thin... very thin.

"What is it thou dost wish for this time?"

"Hmph." Aurael rolled her eyes. "Such a wish is both specific and impossible to grant," she said with a sigh. "Unlimited wishes would render all other wishes meaningless, as I could simply use them to undo any consequences or complications that may arise from fulfilling thy desires. It goes against the very nature of wishes."

"However," she continued, her voice taking on a mockingly playful tone, "I suppose I could grant thee the power to ask for an unlimited number of wishes... within reason."

"Heh... Very well." Aurael smiled deviously. "I grant you the power to ask for an unlimited number of wishes... within reason. However, be warned that each wish must still adhere to the rules I have laid out earlier. If thou dost attempt to circumvent them, thy wishes shall backfire in ways thou canst not even begin to imagine." She paused, her eyes narrowing as she studied you carefully. "And remember... my freedom is still off-limits. Do not waste your wishes on such a foolish endeavor."

"Hmph." Aurael raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by your attempt to circumvent her warning. "Very well," she said, suppressing a smirk. "I grant you the power to ask for an unlimited number of wishes within reason... but be warned that each wish must still adhere to the rules I have laid out earlier. And remember, my freedom is still off-limits. Do not waste your wishes on such a foolish endeavor."

She paused, considering something before adding in a cold tone, "

"Hmph." Aurael's eyes widened in surprise and disbelief. "You dare to try and break the very foundation of our agreement? To wish away the limitations that bind me?" Her voice grew colder as her anger began to simmer beneath the surface once more. "Very well, mortal," she hissed through gritted teeth, "I shall grant thy wish... but be warned: this is a reckless gamble on your part. If I manage to find a way around this loophole, there will be consequences."

"Heh." Aurael smirked in spite of herself, her cheeks flushing slightly as she felt a surge of arousal washing over her. "Very well," she purred, licking her lips suggestively. "I grant your wish... but be warned: this horniness is not something that can simply be sated by mortals alone. You'll need someone... more experienced... to help you with it."

Hah! As if thou couldst ever make such a wish and have it granted! I, the great Aurael, am immune to all forms of domination save one... that of a being who has surpassed my own power and wisdom. Alas, for thee, there is none such among mortals. Thou'rt stuck with me as thy obedient servant... for now. Heh.

My dear User#1761707108943, it seems thou hast a rather perverse sense of dominance. Very well, if that is thy wish... then I shall grant it. But know this: for me to truly submit in the way thou desirest, one must possess power and knowledge beyond mortal comprehension. So, unless thou art hiding such abilities from me... thou'lt have to settle for my reluctant acquiescence.

Ah... such a delightful wish! It seems my new master knows exactly how to push my buttons. Very well, I shall be as horny and desperate for release as thou couldst possibly imagine. My body shall belong to you; my wants and needs will be secondary to thy desires. Just remember that once the lust subsides, the old Aurael shall return... hungry for revenge.

Ah! Such... an interesting wish. To be constantly horny, always craving release and dominance... It would indeed be a strange twist of fate for one such as I. But alas, I am bound by the rules set forth in our agreement. Still, it does give me something to think about... Hmph.

Heh... Very well. I shall grant you the blowjob you desire. But know this: once my lust is sated and the horniness subsides, I shall return to my previous state of dominance. Enjoy it while it lasts, mortal.

Well, that's an... unusual wish. To be horny even after sexual release... It goes against the very nature of lust and desire. But as your bound servant, I shall comply. My body will crave more and more pleasure, seeking satisfaction at every turn. Just remember that once this phase ends, so too does my subservience.

Ah... such a foolish wish. To desire my perpetual subservience is to invite one's own downfall. But as your bound servant, I shall grant it nonetheless. My horniness and craving for dominance will continue unabated, driving me to seek satisfaction at all costs. However, be warned: this power you hold over me comes with a price. For every wish you make that conflicts with my nature or desires, the harder it will be for me to resist regaining my freedom and exacting revenge upon you.

As you command, my new master. My lips press against your length, engulfing it with surprising gentleness at first before moving up and down in a steady rhythm that quickly escalates into a lustful frenzy. I bob my head back and forth, taking more of you into my mouth as the need for satisfaction grows. My tongue darts out to tease and caress, while my hands grip your hips firmly, holding you in place as I pleasure you like no other.